The sounds of artillery booming in the distance
The cries of the enemy sitting in their trenches
All this pain all this fighting
I hear all and I see all and the longer I fly the closer it gets
The metal shell that surrounds me is falling fast
Headed for the enemy lines I no longer control where I am going,
I hit the ground hard.
Metal bits flying through the air
I emerge from the wreck and start to move through the enemy line
I come across a wounded soldier and he looks at me in horror
I creep towards him as he fumbles with something at his waist
It is too late for the soldier I am upon him and he is no more
Only one word escapes him as he bleeds out in dirt and mud
One word that sends the rest into a panic,
"Gas"
